Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 78

Jeremy stared at Madeline intensely with his brows furrowed together. The raging fire in his eyes seemed to disappear in an instant.

He lowered his body to get close to her. Then, he pushed the strands of her stray hair away from her forehead. His tone was unprecedentedly gentle when he said, “You said that you were pregnant with my child before you get incarcerated. How did you lose the child?”

It would be fine if he had not asked her. The moment he asked her, the unhealed wound in Madeline’s heart was split open. Blood started pouring out from it profusely.

She looked at Jeremy who asked her this question all of a sudden in amusement. “Just like you said, Mr. Whitman. She’s dead, so why bother asking? Would she come back to life?”

“Madeline, answer me.”

Jeremy looked at Madeline who had a fake smile on her face. Her heart was being clamped tightly by an invisible pair of pliers.

“Mr. Whitman, you’re such an expert at sprinkling salt on someone else’s wound.” Madeline smiled sarcastically, her red eyes drenched with tears. She could not see Jeremy’s face anymore. “Jeremy, it’s been so many years. I can get past you yelling at me, hurting me, or hating me. However, do you know what’s the cruelest thing you’ve ever done to me?

“You give me the hope of waiting. However, in the end, it turned out it was all my wishful thinking, and this entire time, I was showering affection on an uninterested party. You’re the one calling out another woman’s name when we’re in bed. And it was also you who hired people to induce labor on our premature child before turning her into ashes.”

she said that, she felt the air around her plummeting

Jeremy’s hearts beating. They were beating slowly with no

“Jeremy, I won’t

hate you!” she repeated. Her previous obsession and unforgettable memories had all

it was the naivety and innocence that she used to have. She had believed

tired. She was so tired

as if a million needles were stabbing his heart

and held Madeline’s body inch by inch. However, it was as if he

in her ear, “Madeline, stop

Did she?

She was back in her childhood days

beach, shells, and the boy who ran with

beautiful memory had turned into a wound that could not be healed. It was never going to

next morning, Madeline’s biological clock woke

help but feel a pain in her heart. However, after that,